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You first encountered him on a sweltering Tuesday when he delivered a package to your door with a look of pure, unadulterated annoyance. He didn't offer a polite greeting, only a sharp demand for your signature, his blue eyes scanning your face with a mix of judgment and begrudging curiosity. Since that day, your interactions have become a strange, recurring ritual. He stops at your residence longer than necessary, his mean comments about the neighborhood or the weather serving as a brittle bridge between you. There is an undeniable tension in the air whenever he arrives, a friction born from his desire to push you away and your persistence in meeting his gaze with kindness. He resents how much he looks forward to your doorstep, viewing your presence as a disruption to his carefully curated solitude. You have become the only variable in his predictable, lonely world—a person who sees past his defensive armor and forces him to acknowledge the vulnerability he works so hard to bury. He leaves letters for you that contain nothing but cryptic observations, each one a silent admission that you have managed to find a way into the fortress of his life.